The tower of sanities, the labyrinth

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Orange bubble car, clump, the brown woody hopped into the courtyard, pat, pat up the steps. Penny (Marshall) shimmered in the pool, ‘penny for em’. Home, the tower of sanities, Winifred is good but I am always better, no snouting sex, politics, religion, cash, sports, fighting, shouldn’t judge people by the way they stand. ‘Welcome home Sir’, he grabbed my arm’, whisper, ‘one in the library’.
I was pretty as a boy. Evenings often into weekends talking with professors and lecturers (later shrinks) in psychology and anthropology, from the University and Poly. Cryptozoology, Advertising, naturism, politics, philosophy, and anatomy. You could tell a great deal from Hattie Hayridges stance. Mental illnesss is hidden by deciept, analysts rely on unfakeable, trauma etc. Of course repeated trauma, distorts your appearance. Mrs Hayridge stood on stage, heal lifted, in the booth Jack Dee, and Stephen frowned.
I jotted down coat-hangar shoulders, slumps over when sitting a.k.a Boris(new) and Ken(old) Lord Mayors. Mayors, tangoes, and eats cheese…. Squidgy under the….top of legs plus strong base of spine, something enigmatic about Hattie Hayridges behind esp when perched. …rounders-bat forearms, little Philipa Forester….Craig Charles!, I moved the stand, she slumped and pined, ‘bravo’ Stephen and jack clapped.
Chakraganges- addicts feed their pushers, pushers pinpoint illnesss, and increase it, illness affects born identical group. They lie and hide.
Mrs Hayridge blamed the usherette, but I was there….
Addicts
In tribal culture cowards are always blamed compare this with addicts, who worsen with chastising, (because it’s a genetic relationship, i.e perhaps not born?,) , when whitemen come, addicts go off, then the bored, then the chief.
The cone shaped library 20ft mahogany barrel, 'The noble sentiment- Many a mickle maks a muckle, many a slip twixt cup and lip', pentagram chiselled on the floor, E.T, Annabel Croft (justice) A.C, Michael Barrymore (love) M.B, Richard Sullivan (governor) R.S, W.C tang tang W.C and on the third level Billy Conelly,’a hunk of wood a boomerang’, ‘surprize!’, ‘W.C’, mystery, the bringer of surprises. He met me half way. ‘Billy’, tang tang, Shiela (fegusson) on rollerskates, ‘aaahhhhh!’. I lept onto the painted ass, giraffe in the centre, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, ‘looking for gold’, the boomerang floated around. (missing) The key of Solomon, the hierarchy of spiritual creatures, Grimoire of Horonius, The Book of Sacred Magic of Abre-Melin the Mage, whoosh, whaarp, whaarp, whaarp, whoosh, whack, Colin Wilson- Unexplained, and up again (missing) The Magus, The Black Pullet, The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses, whoosh whoosh whaarp whaarp whaarp, whoosh, (missing), whack, Willian Coriliss source books, Aborigines simple tribes people, dolting giants. ‘Hello’ Sheila lept’, I dangled on the end of the tail, clip, clip, ‘I can see you’. Budgerigar Loveliness by Clement Philipine, heartrate 120, frenetic, I’ve a cool 70, I dreamed it was an elaborate scheme…to get me on the roof (great celadine baths, kitchens, greenhouses). Watch the telescope above the door, I left, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, around the corridor, a 5 ply partition, down the stairs, through the diningroom, ‘half way across the garden’, into the livingroom. Winifred sat in her hippopotomous armchair, I pointed, I peered through the 5 ply, ‘ a polka dot scarf, earing, black locks, mustard cardigan, green tights’, ‘Lotka she’s Rumanian….submariner…lives in the wilderness…hiding’, You’ll have to get a paper-round to maintain her wardrobe. The partition rumbled.

The bar where Greek ladies twittered, siloutte against the wall, wwwwuw, Stephen clapping, ‘come’, sat, a stack of plates stood in the middle. Hattie walked in with two baskets, click, click, bping. Man dressed as lion, shambled in, and a man with a pointy hat, ‘Widow!’, ‘Damon??!’, turned in waves, smash, ‘CASH, sailors!’, long sleeves, chewing polos, jumped, ‘Armed!’, ‘REST’, black jackets, Stephen vanished. Stephen (Frost) hid his pipe, ‘PLAY’, boozoki struck, educated, large, the fireplace wobbled, ‘SLAVE’ crosses + dauntless, ‘NATURAL’, a fox terrier walked in. Damon put his hands up, sipped black coffee, struggled to his feet, a plate toing, toing, toing over the roof, sat.
Wartime England removed spies from ports, in peace bottomless. Spies broadened to towns, paranoia, result space, ‘in space no one can hear you scream’, like matchsticks in a bath, people find your edge. Clip, clip,clup, Hatties heals, at the far end of Port Manatoo, the shadows, ‘I get stroked out there’’, Stephen looked back, fishermen tangled in their nets, peeked his head through ‘a tunnel, come’, a dome, a Doric seat, a doorway, a dome, a dome, he turned 5 doorways back,m ‘A Labyrinth…..a snort’, Hattie giggled, Stephen Adonis, ‘Onward’, a dome, a dome, a dome, ‘a dome!’, two doorways. Hattie tumbled out of a cliff, ‘Cor the misses off the Tele’, ‘boys’